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lent—

9.

our flesh is tested in crabbed lent

we buy chincoteague salties for five dollars a dozen on the roadside

we can tell a raven from a crow

I am having my penultimate period

I find these sharply articulated consonants most attractive

I am older than ‘back on my bullshit’ years old — nevertheless

I am back on my bullshit

I fail yet another daily writing practice

we’re in the yellow I’ve dreamt about — shaped by tracery &

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